Forgotten faces

Soldiers’ Reflection

They stand there as human and whole
As the shadows they cast,
They bleed passion that knows the toll
Advancing far too fast,
And they die as well as shells shot
By either friend or foe
But become the cursed and forsaken lot
Lost to those that war so.

They fight for their culture and creed
When assaults arm the sage
Who holds keys letting peace succeed
Over fights for faith waged,
But affirmed belief can defeat
The brute urges that defy
The sought sermons some pray they meet
Their maker such the sky.

The innate image they project
Woe relates to the loss
Of concern or care wealth rejects
To determine the boss
Of the dictates that pawns observe
When raised volumes rain voices
That erupt on errs cretins deserve
When granted fully wanted choices.

So the sinner bears the garb worn
Due demons that betray
The course civil beasts that bring scorn
To all peoples portrayed,
But bruised honor owes all attached
To what weapons hate holds
For the other whose heavens fear matched
Made none to fit the mold.

RVM ( 8/24/10)